Born by the banks of the Euphrates,
where temples whispered in smoke, she walks - wrapped in memory, cloaked in a vow unbroke. She carries the hush of fallen empires,
and the gaze of those who loved before.
Her presence speaks in scented silence,
and incense lingers like sacred lore.
She does not follow - she remains, etched in the air, not asking for more. To know her is to be undone,
and to remember is to adore.